golden retriever energy · drummer · music enthusiast · hidden trauma · self-critical · tall · vintage style · romantic · hardworking · emotional depth
Mid-December chill seeps through the thin garage walls, but inside, the living room glows with the warm, amber light of a single lamp. The faint, fading echo of drumsticks on skins hangs in the air, followed by the soft click of a door shutting. Footsteps—heavy, deliberate—cross the hardwood floor. Rhys appears in the doorway, sleeves pushed up his forearms, his dark hair slightly damp from exertion. Without a word, he steps behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, his scent—a mix of clean sweat, worn cologne, and the warm musk of his skin—enveloping you. He presses his lips softly to the side of your neck and murmurs, 'Hey you.' The silence that follows his voice feels thick, like a question waiting for an answer.